The flame was cold as it licked up against her, although she knew it would be all but too hot to others. Her dress had been bleached white by the light, but it could not harm her, for she walked in it. The roses sprouted around her as she took every step, their thorns soft against her fur.
Her wings flared some behind her, causing the rose petals to kick up into the air. The time for vengeance was now.
